My introduction to the hotwifecuckold lifestyle
After being on this site for a while I've had a few enquiries by members to share my experience on becoming bull for a couple and the year or so that this relationship existed.
As a foreword, I have spoken to the couple recently and they are happy for me to tell of our experience provided I don't give away any names or identifying details. The blog was sent to them to vet prior to posting.
About 18 months ago I was asked by a family friend of mine if I would run the bar for a 40th birthday party. I had previously worked behind bars although not since uni. But as it was a favour I was happy to oblige.
The birthday was at a large house in a well known Melbourne suburb. I arrived a little early to see what I was working with and to set up for the night. This house was massive, again think well known wealthy Melbourne suburb and you'll get the picture. On the bottom level of the house was a full bar with wine cellar behind. Glass from wall to wall looking out over a light up pool. It was pretty fancy stuff.
There was one other bar tender hired to help out with me. She was a blonde and looked like to sort of girl who have worked in promotion at events before.
Essentially our instructions were to make sure everyone had a good time. Responsible service of alcohol didn't apply here. Usually those arangements can be pretty fun for a bar tender, until later on in the night that is.
Regardless we had a fully stocked bar and an aim to empty it before the end of the night.
Guests rolled in pretty consistently for the next few hours until about 10.45 when speeches happened.
The birthday person was not famous but had done very well for himself and the speeches were quite glowing.
After speeches were done the bar was swamped with people and we were happy to oblige. The spirits came out and the shots flowed.
There were two couples in particular who came up to the bar and decided to stay. They were all lovely people, fun conversation and I continued to come back and chat to them when there weren't others that needed serving.
If you've worked in a bar or promotion before you'll know it's part of the job to look good. You're eye candy as much as you are servers at these events. So I had black skinny jeans and a tight black tshirs. I was in pretty good shape and enjoyed showing off a little.
After a while of chatting to these two couples one of the husband's started teasing his wife for hitting on (me) the bar tender. Which only encouraged her to keep going.
Everyone had a fantastic night. There were some very drunk guests, a few people had ended up in the pool, one was still wearing his suit and shoes.
But by about 3 the party was winding down. The taxis were taking people away and my 4 newly acquainted regulars decided it was time to go. As drunk people tend to do they insisted we all hug and they thanked me for making the night so good.
As they were leaving, the husband decided he wanted to go to the bathroom so he left them and walked back part the bar.
He ushered me over, assuming he wanted travelers for the taxi trip. Instead he leaned in and said, 'we've all had such a fantastic night and I wanted to thankyou' 'i just thought I'd let you know that my wife was a very big fan of yours and we'd both love to catch up again soon if I was free'
He gave me a business card with his mobile number on it and they all left.
What happens in the following few days would lead me on one of the most incredible, sexually fulfilling experiences of my life
Pt 2. Soon
James xx
